I’ve had a whole range of border crossings this last year, from several hours getting out of Cambodia – because we declined the option of a fast track ‘fee’ to the guy manning the barriers – to a helpful chat about the best places to visit in Canada (it’s definitely a tie between the Kiwis and the Canucks for friendliest nation).
The crossing from Chile into Argentina – across the vast plains of northern Patagonia – was pretty uneventful, other than the immigration office’s wall full of posters offering rewards for missing people.
And a picture of the prime minister – Cristina Fernandez. She sounds like a story and a half.
Our stop in El Calafate gave us the opportunity to head over to the Perito Moreno glacier, one of the largest in the region.
The huge swathe of glacial ice rolls down the valley, advancing metres every day. An equal amount crashes into the chilly water from the front face, keeping the glacier’s position fairly static and providing visitors with a dramatic performance.
Hobbling around the viewing platform with my post-hike knee, I soon forgot the pain and stood open-mouthed as I took in the sheer scale. Only 10% of a glacier is usually above water, a concept that then fried my brain for several minutes.
Keen for a different perspective on this wondrous blue edifice, I jumped aboard a boat and proceeded to take a heap of photos.
I think this is my favourite.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful in my life. And now I have nothing else to say.